The moon melts.
The stars wink.
The clock ticks.
Ink stained fingers
travel from pen to keyboard.
Scribbles are transcribed
in a cursor’s chase
on white light.
A poet’s night is
as long as her muse’s
dance among the alphabet.
Creative insomnia
© Susie Clevenger 2012
Natasha Head at New Word Creative Union prompted us to write on our nights in the creative manner of our choice. I chose to write mine since that is what I do most every night :) Night Calls #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion
Comments
Fine poetry.
i am also creative at night--it is called "dreaming"
Appreciate the addition of James Brown! Wonderful.
Monty